frost
Assistant executioner
I notice that in the left-hand image, at least two of our boys don't appear to be hanging by their arms. Their manacles are low on their forearms, but not at their wrists.
Could this be a mistake? I think not.
Each of our lads is expected to meet production standards, in terms of frequency and volume of ejaculation. As an incentive to meet those standards, his manacles are slowly drawn upward. When he ejaculates, the manacles are lowered by a distance proportional to the volume produced; but they immediately resume their slow upward creep.
If our boy fails to produce, he finds his bonds slowly pulling at his wrist, then stretching his arms upward. His heels come up off the ground, so he's trying to stand on the balls of his feet; then he's on his toes; and finally, his whole weight is on his arms, stretching his shoulders painfully upward. The only way to get himself lowered again is to produce enough semen to satisfy the machine, albeit only temporarily.
So let's look at our subjects. For ease of reference, we'll name the leftmost three Matthew, Mark, and Luke, starting in the lower left corner. (We can't see enough of the other three to describe their situations accurately.)
Young Luke ejaculated only seconds ago. It was an effort, and it came just in time: he was up on his toes, straining to get enough leverage to thrust into the cylinder, and struggling to produce every drop of semen that he could. But he made it; he's down on his feet again, experiencing a short bout of relief, but knowing that the manacles have already begun their slow rise, and that all too soon he'll need to wring another load out of his aching groin.
For Mark, it's been a few minutes since his latest ejaculation. His brief spell of relief and relaxation is over, and he knows that he's once again going to have to struggle to give the machine what it wants in the time it allows him. He's focusing hard, trying to get into an erotic frame of mind in what, for him, is one of the least erotic situations in his life.
Matthew, at lower left, is in trouble. His heels are off the ground, and he doesn't know if he's got enough semen left in his weary body to get his feet back down again. Grimacing with the effort, he desperately thrusts into the insatiable maw of the machine, hoping that he can squeeze out a few drops to give himself a few minutes' respite.
looks familiar
